.[Verse 1: Matt Skiba]
Itâs time I should be leaving, itâs time for me to go
A painting on my ceiling and your footprints in the snow
They found you Christmas morning beneath the tree in the front yard
The sound, the screams, the mourning
As we send sympathy cards
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